04-30-2014, 02:35 PM
It's no problem. I totally understand your situation. I've been telling people now it can take about 2-weeks before they get a post from me because I've been so busy. Life happens, what can you do about?
Silence surrounded Hans as he escorted the slave back to his quarters. If all went well, then Hans might think twice about hating these workers. Most tried to pull the wool over their eyes, so the soldiers were always on the alert for such acts of treachery. This one, Amir, seemed different though. He seemed to embrace his faith and didn't protest. Why, he even waited to enter his room. It was a wise move, for there was no reason Hans wouldn't have blown a hole in his back for entering a room he hadn't cleared.
Brushing past the slave, Hans poked his gun into the room. With no one else in sight, he curled his fingers toward himself. It was a gesture that Amir could enter.
It was a tad awkward for Hans to do what followed next so he plopped down on a nearby bed. His peripherals were trained on Amir's movements, but he wasn't full-on staring at the guy as he was going to change. A faint blush crossed his cheeks when he caught his eyes drifting over the Amir's body. Cussing inwardly, he forced his blue orbs on the wall before him. Surely, there had to be a better way. Sitting in the silence while another man stripped down was too nerve-wracking. But what could he do that wouldn't compromise his mission?
"So how long have you been here?" It stumbled off his tongue, but Hans rolled with it. He then laughed, which was odd. "Don't suppose you have any secrets on how to stop the burn. I'm not used to standing in the sun for so long." He looked over at Amir just once to make sure the guy was still there. He was, and Hans offered him a smile. "Funny how it's the complete opposite now. My skin will lose its tan and I'll go back to being bright white again just before we're moved back into the sun. The never-ending cycle of burning is not something I look forward to."
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